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✧A DAMNING RESTART✧

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As night soon came over the Black manor, Orion and Rolf had left the couple on their lonesome. But even now, Rhea had hardly said a word to Alphard.

And he couldn't understand why.

"Has your brother told you what happened with—"
"With the attacker, yes. Though I didn't ask for the finer details." She curtly replied, and Alfie huffed. "Rhea, we made a deal that we wouldn't go to bed angry with one another. Please, just tell me what it is that—"

"Have you talked to Orion about the fertility implant? Or are you going to make a choice for yourself for once?" It was a miracle that he could find the strength to stand upright, but this had given him a chance at redemption.

"Rhea, that's not the nicest way to put things."
"Neither is telling your brother that I'm a failure."

"What—"
"It's true, Alphard! It's what I am, isn't it? A failure! I can't keep a husband and I can't even make a child, I should've just drowned myself like I planned to." Alphard had watched in pure regret as his wife fell to the floor in a fit of sobs, no, this would not do.
Something was wrong, terribly wrong.

As he tugged away the better half of her nightgown to see what he could only describe as a burn. A large one—And while he didn't know much about health or the human body, he knew well enough that the placement at her lower hips was far too close for his comfort.

However, with one firm grip, Rhea had tugged at his own nightshirt and whispered all of one word—"Hospital." Before proceeding to grow limp in his arms.

"Gods—Rhea, Rhea!" He shouted, but Alphard couldn't move. Not when her order had been so bloody clear. Instead, he had shouted to his fireplace, putting in the direct order for the hospital hoping—Praying that it would get him transferred.

"I need Healer Maverick!"

"Sir, what emergency is this regarding, a child—"

"He's my wife's supervisor damnit, get me Healer Maverick!" And thus, that had settled it all. And within a minute, the wizard had come through with a grim look on his face.

As if he knew what had happened before even arriving.

It had been silent as Alphard held her tightly in his arms. And Maverick had to remind him, gently, that his touch was doing more harm than good. Though it was strictly a warning, Alfie still allowed himself the peace and mind of holding her hand.

"What happened?"
"She was shouting and then—It's as if she deflated."
"Hmm, Rhea didn't seem different or in pain. Has she mentioned anything to you?"
"I hardly got a word in with her today, she seemed fired up since she arrived home." Maverick frowned, eyeing his friend and trying to decide how to go about this. "It's best to admit her, if there's something wrong...We can get to it quicker there than me brewing something. Does she keep her potions in the loo?" Alphard nodded and gave him free reigns to do a quick search.

While Alphard had voiced the order to get his wife admitted into the hospital, while also stating that he has Dragon Pox and they were in their Master suite.

"Yeah, this is a master suite alright. Merlin have me, I'm upgrading my bathroom in the new year."

"I'm sure Corin would love that." With a few clattering of bottles, Maverick couldn't seem to find anything out of the ordinary. And soon enough, the transporters had come with a gurney.